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( action ) green knight event; lake omen

[sadpoem]

[A curious eye spies a familiar rodent by lake omen. Don't ask why Omori's out and about - things tend not to go well when he is! But Adam won't judge him. They have a mutually beneficial ratlationship.

[Omori's approaches the lake's edge, taking a seat and scooping Adam up without warning or prejudice. Slender fingers stroke his little rat head.]

Cheesed to meet you.

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[Adam lets out a startled squeak as he’s suddenly picked up; his peripheral prey vision is only useful if he’s paying attention.]

Jesus- you wanna give a warning before you do that?

[sadpoem]

[Oh. Omori sets Adam back down on the ground.]

I’m going to pick you up.

[And up we go.]

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[Does this make any difference, now he's already done it?? Not really.

But, y'know, the sentiment is appreciated.]

Thanks.

[He flattens a little bit as he strokes his head.]

What're you doing all the way out here?

[sadpoem]

Watching the show.

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Yeah? What show?

[There is so much going on.]

[sadpoem]

There's so much going on.

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Yeah, no shit.

[And how does he put this…]

There’s not exactly a safe place to watch from, you know.

[sadpoem]

[No. It's really not...]

Sunny got away.

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Should probably quit while you guys are ahead.

[No sense tempting fate.]

You know, find somewhere safe to wait it out.

pretend the cat is ratam

[sadpoem]

What about you?

UWEH…..

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No one’s going after a rat.

[sadpoem]

Hawks.

[Slander!]

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You see any hawks around here?

[Half rhetorical, half ‘oh my god did you see a fucking hawk?’]

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[Omori lifts one hand to cup his mouth and lets out a loud (albeit flat):] Caw!

[He's summoning them--]

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You’d let your own best friend get carried off by a bird? That’s low, man.

[He is not being the least bit serious.]

[sadpoem]

No. I would fight.

[Oh, wow! He's got a knife in his hand again! Someone really ought to check this kids pockets more. He waves it boldly around. Beware, hawks!]

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‘Course you would.

[And of course he’s got that knife out!!! Classic Omori.]

Bird wouldn’t stand a chance.

[sadpoem]

I killed them in the treehouse.

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You what?

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They were monsters. Remember? [The overgrowth, he means, but Omori is (sometimes) a man of few words (when it suits the vibe).]

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Jesus. You could’ve led with that.

[sadpoem]

[Omori quite abruptly tucks his knife back into his pocket and lifts Adam up, rathandling him until they're face to face.]

I should take you home.

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[His beady little eyes look into Omori’s. It’s impossible to glean any emotion from them.]

What, so the birds don’t get me?

[sadpoem]

[Same.]

I want to draw you.